MP Game - Yarnspinners

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Late Summer, Year 1 (Turn 5)

It seems my lack of faith in Oginga the Prophet was well founded.

It's a little known fact that, during the off years, a god does some observing. After all, when you're dead, there's not much to do besides be mellow. So we can see the world, through the eyes of Prophets. We call it PropheTV. All the resting gods can do this - well, except for Old Scratch, who lost his remote control. Spent 200 years going through his sofa cushions looking for it. Turned out he left it in his other pants. It took him aeons to live that down. 'Course, he got the Last laugh, he's set up a similar torture for the dead mortals in the Third Circle. He shows them nothing but Hee-Haw reruns, and whenever they get up off the sofa to look for the remote, he kicks them. Once the mortals invent television, they'll even understand what's going on. Well, as much as anyone could.

Anyway, it's only once we come out into the world that we can only see through the eyes of our own prophet. And it makes me a little glad, because if any of these other deities could see this, I'd be the new laughingstock.

Oginga led his merry troop of followers into the Great Expanse, with nary a care in the world. What sort of a prophet has nary a care? Talk about irresponsible. Does anyone ever use nary to measure anything other than the level of care?

Suddenly, he ran into a band of enemy horsemen. The horsemen cut his followers down like so much chaff, and Oginga - say what you will about his intelligence, he was brave - charged right in. And then they cut him down too. A prophet looks much like an ordinary footsoldier, through the eye slits of a suit of full plate.

'Course, maybe they were doing me a favor. I've never seen such an inept prophet in my life, as that term applies to me. I can see now that if I am to spread my authority away from the sacred mountains and forests, I will have to do it myself.

On the positive side, the Crossbowmen led by Rolf Magnus seem to have tired of the cold land of death where they toiled, and will now toil for me in a glaring land of heat. It'll be like a vacation for them.